Hi. I'm sorry, do you not see my headphones? I do not want to talk to anyone today. That includes you. My apologies. I'm in a horrible mood and I am trying very hard not to jump across the cubicle partition and strangle you to death, then perform CPR to bring you back, only so I can do it over again. Jack Bristow style. This NIN music is not helping my temper. But I'm enjoying it, so BACK. OFF.

Thank you.